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asking Santa for the Junior Executive desktop organizer
for Christmas.
- Cool! I'm gonna ask for a bee hive.
- I'm asking for a remote controlled soccer ball!
- I'm gonna ask the big guy for a rocket
to blow up Chef's car. And then I'm gonna--
- (Bursting into laughter)
Sorry-sorry-sorry.
Please, (ahem) please,
tell us what you're going to ask Santa for.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Bhahahaha! Ooooo. Heh. Ohhhh...
- What's your problem, Courtney?
- I think she finds it funny
that you think you're on Santa's nice list.
- 'Cause kids who aren't nice go on
(hushed) the naughty list.
- Face it, Duncan, ya naughty.
- HA! Me? Naughty? Prove it.
(Snaps fingers)
- (Excited giggling)
Agh! (Splat)
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(Loud explosion) - Ahhhh!
- (Licking)
(Crying)
(Growling) - Ah! Ow!
- Should I keep going?
- No problem.
I'll just be super good today and BOOM,
off the naughty list.
Easy as takin' candy from a baby.
- (Angry growling)
- What's with this baby?!
(Blocks clatter)
- Aw, I'll never finish Castle Cody.
- Allow me!
- Oooooh!
(Straining while he fights temptation)
(Grunts, kicking thud, blocks clatter)
- Being nice is hard! Ugh.
I need a new plan.
(Gasps, snaps fingers)
What if there was no naughty list?
All I gotta do is hack Santa's computer
and delete it.
But how will I get to the North Pole?
Chef: Kids, time for arts and crafts!
- Ooo. That gives me an idea.
- Nice reindeer, Izzy.
Oh, great garland, Courtney.
Cool snowman, Cody.
- It's a spooky ghost.
- Aw. You're a confused little fella.
What're you making, Duncan?
- A nice card for Santa.
- AHHHH! DUNCAN, NO!
You can't send this to Santa,
you'd be in big, BIG trouble.
- (Faking) I would?
- YES! Shred and bury it in the woods. Quick!
You never know when he's watching.
- Okay. I'll get rid of it.
And now for phase two of my plan.
(Evil giggle)
Chef, I think I did something stupid!
- I believe that. Whaddya do?
- Instead of shredding and burying that card,
I accidentally mailed it to Santa.
- WHAT?!
- Whadda we gunna do?!
- We got no choice! Come on!
Kids! Emergency situation!
We gotta head to the North Pole, right now.
- Should we put on winter coats and mittens
thereby changing all of our character designs?
- We don't have the budget for that!
This is gonna be a long and dangerous journey.
LET'S MOVE!
Woo! That was a long and dangerous journey,
but we made it.
Wait... where is Cody?
(Polar bear roars) Cody: AHHH!
- For the last time, the kids are NOT for eating, Tammy!
(Frustrated groan) (Kick thud, Bunny screams)
- There. Now we all blend in.
- Are we gonna see Santa now?!
- No! DO NOT go looking for Santa.
All: Awwwwww.
- This is a stealth mission.
I just need to find the mailroom
and destroy Duncan's letter.
You kids wait right here 'til I get back.
No shenanigans!
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- Whoa. Santa's reindeer must be over that way.
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- (Gasp) Let's go!
- AHEM. Chef said to wait here.
All: (Cheer) Yeah! Let's do this!
- Chef said-WAIIIT!
- Time to delete a naughty list.
♪ Dun dun dundun ♪
♪ Spy Chef ♪
♪ Dun dun--♪
Oh, uh...
(high pitched elf voice) Hi. I'm new.
Just heading to the mail room... which is...?
Thank-ahem- (elf voice) Thank you.
- Oh. Finally!
I called upstairs for a bathroom break
over an hour ago. - That's why I'm here.
- Good. I gotta present to drop off.
- (Shudders)
Ohhh. It's gonna take forever to find Duncan's letter.
Well, better get to it.
- Chef won't be in the mailroom long
so I better get hacking.
(Knuckles crack)
- Hold it right there, pal!
Who are ya and whaddya doin'?!
- I'm here for a systems check.
Holiday police are worried Santa's naughty list
can get hacked.
- Dude. I've been telling Santa
we need a better firewall for years now.
Lemme show you everything.
- Please do.
- Ahhhh!
There they are! All: (Cheer)
- Wait! This is a stealth mission!
Do NOT go into the-- (Sighs)
They're in the pen.
- This is so amazing! - Aren'tch you a cutie!
You're like a horsie with head branches!
- Why are you misbehaving?!
You're all gonna be in big trouble with Santa.
Ohhhhh.
They are pretty cute.
Look oats! Let's feed the reindeer!
- Well... I guess there's no harm in feeding them.
- I've found it!
This looks like Duncan's writing!
Better be sure.
Don't wanna rip up some other kid's letter to Santa.
- Yes! This is Dunc-AHH!!
(Blowing)
No-no-no-no!
(Flames roar) No-no-no!
NOOOO!
(Keys clack)
Lloyd the I.T. elf: This is it, the naughty list.
So, you see the security flaw, right?
- Yes, um,
'cause if some naughty kid wanted to delete this list,
forever, he'd just have to...
- Just hit control alt unnaughty!
And POOF! It's gone!
- Totally unacceptable that someone
could delete it by just doing THIS...
(Computer chimes)
- GAHHH! WHY'D YOU DO THAT, MAN?
- 'Cause I AM the naughty kid, sucker!
(Cackling, farting)
- Joke's on you, Bucko!
Santa has a master list he keeps with him at all times.
And YOU... ugh...
are in big trouble.
- Awwww mannnn.
(Fire extinguisher whooshes)
Phew! That did NOT go as planned,
but at least I'm off the hook with Santa.
- Oh-oh-oh, I don't think so.
- Who's a good little reindeer?
You are, that's who! - (BURPS)
- (Gasps) These bags say,
"Feed reindeer these magic oats on Christmas Eve ONLY!"
- Something's happening!
(Whooshing, POOF!)
Izzy: Be free!! (Bells jingle)
- Uh oh. - Yeah, this is bad.
(Alarm blares)
- Okay, I need to find Santa, tell him what happened,
and that I told you not to do it!
- I'm guessing they're with you?!
- Courtney made us do it. - (Shocked gasp)
- Hey, where's Duncan? - Whoa! (Grunts)
- There he is. Hi Duncan!
- Okay. Let me explain what happened.
- Save it for Santa.
My guess is you're all going onto the naughty list.
PERMANENTLY!
- What?! - NOO! - (Horror scream)
- I'm not going down for this!
Ooof!
(Boinging repeatedly)
- Whoa ho-ho-ho! What were you thinking?!
- These kids are bad! - But I never do wrongies.
- I didn't want to. - I told them not to.
- Our teacher made us! - I'm an angel!
- HO-HO-HOLLLD ON.
Actions have consequences.
You're all going on the naughty list.
- (Everyone gasps)
- WHAT? No!
You're-you-you big,
red, bearded tomato!
(Crying)
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said that.
(Muffled delirious sobbing)
- I'll start with Courtney. - WAIT!!
- Something to say, Duncan?
- (Sighs)
I tricked my teacher into bringing us here
so I could hack your computer system
and delete my name from the naughty list.
- Huh. I see.
- So you can blame me...
but they shouldn't miss out on Christmas
because of what I did.
- Duncan, I'm impressed.
You really are a very honest and kind little boy.
- Can we edit out what Santa just said
about me being "kind"? - (Cody screaming)
- It'll totally ruin my street cred!
(Sigh) I just don't want my friends
to have a lousy Christmas because of me. Okay?
- You are going on the nice list...
for the first time... EVER.
- And they get to stay on the nice list too, right?
- Ho Ho No. They started a fire
And let my reindeer go,
and instead of telling the truth,
they tried to blame each other.
That's naughty.
All: (Sigh)
(Sad music)
- Worst. (crunch) Christmas.
(crunch) Ever. (crunch)
Duncan: Oh, you sure about that? Think fast!
- (Thud) OOF!
(Mechanical whirring)
- A remote controlled soccer ball!
- Yup. Ho Ho Ho!
Ugh, I hate acting jolly, so here.
- A bee hive! Awesome! - (Buzzing)
- My Junior Executive Desktop Organizer!
Duncan... how did you get all this stuff?
- I used my Christmas wishes for stuff you wanted.
And don't get sappy.
- You know what, Duncan,
you might belong on the nice list after all.
- You might not feel that way in a second.
- Huh?
- (Beep) - (Fireworks explode)
(Explosion) Chef: MY CAR!
Duncan: (Laughs) Merry Christmas, everyone!
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